The Wrong Guy

Chapter Six

The next day, I decided that I had to speak to someone, so I made my way to the police station. I asked to speak to someone about harassment. The officer asked me to have a seat and went to get someone. A few minutes later he returned with a woman who was in her forties with dark hair and wore thin rimmed glasses. She came over, "Hi, I'm Valerie Barns, follow me".
I got up and followed the woman to an office where I sat down and she closed the door then sat behind her desk.
"How can I assist you"? She asked.
"Um, I don't know where to start". I began to tear and she handed me a tissue. "I have a problem with this guy who won't leave me alone". She started writing down notes,  "How long have you known this individual"?
"That's the thing, we met online on Friday, and we went out twice, that's all".
"Did you have any sexual relations with him"? She asked looking up.
I nodded. I felt so embarrassed.
"Has he physically assaulted you"?
"No"
"Has he threatened you in any way"?
I pulled out my cell phone to show her the messages from Kurt but there were no messages at all from him. I shook my head and said, "They're gone. I don't understand this. I would never delete them"
"Has anyone else come in contact with your phone"?
"No".
"What is this individuals name"?
"Kurt, Kurt Foster".
She jotted it down on her notepad. Then she got up and walked me out of the office.
"If you can keep a written log of times and dates that he has contacted you, that would be great. If he tries to harm you, call us immediately. Other than that, there isn't much I can do right now".
I hung my head and brushed my hair back out of my face.
"Maybe when I'm dead you will do something", I said then turned around a walked out of the police station.
I didn't want to go home. But I didn't want to be out in the open. It didn't matter where I was, he would still find me. Why me?  I just gave in and went home. At least I was safe there. Once I got in my pinged. It was Kurt.
I'll always be one step ahead of you
What the hell does this mean?
Fuck you! I wrote back. I was mad now.
Oh I did Fuck you and you were amazing
I stopped replying. But my phone kept pinging.
I want to lick you and eat you and swallow you up.
You know you liked it.
I love you Jenna.
We belong together.
Answer me!
STOP IGNORING ME JENNA!
Then it stopped. I sighed a sigh of relief them heard loud pounding at my door. It startled me and I screamed. I walked over to the door and slid the chain across quietly. I looked out of the peephole but no one was there.
I ran to my bedroom and locked myself in. This was my safe place.
My phone pinged.
GOTCHA
All I could do is sit on my bed and cry. I was now scared out of my mind.
How does he know where I am and what I do? This has gone too far.
I text Kurt and said,
Please stop. If you do love me, you will let me go!
He instantly replied
That is why I can't let you go. Because I do love you and one day we will be together again.
There was no use talking to him. But someone needs to get through to him somehow. Maybe I can ask Zane to talk to him. But what if Kurt feels threatened and does something? I wouldn't want that. Maybe I can call this Valerie and ask her if they can speak to him. It was worth a shot.
I dialed the number on the card she gave me and I told her what had happened. I let her know where he works and she said she would send someone over.
An hour later my phone rang, it was Valerie.
"Well, what happened"? I asked. Hoping for good news.
"The owner informed the officers that there is no Kurt Foster that works there".
I felt light headed. I had to sit.
"Jenna I searched his name in our data base and nothing popped up. He has no priors so it's hard track him. You wouldn't know where he lives,  would you"?
"No, he never told me", I muttered. "So is he a ghost"?
She let me know that if he does mess up they will eventually get him". After that I hung up. I was in shock that he lied to me. Who was this man I let into my life? He's knows so much about me and I know nothing about him. I wonder if the woman who called me about her wedding is real. I looked up her number that she called me from and dialed it.
The number that you have dialed is no longer in service or has been disconnected, please check the number and dial again.
I shook my head, fucking lovely. Who is he?
And as on cue my phone pinged. I knew it was Kurt, or whoever he is
forever 👫
I was pissed now so I replied back,
Who the fuck are you?
He said,  The man who loves you
I went to his Facebook page but it was gone, everything was gone. How can that be?  It was just there yesterday.
An email popped up, from an unknown email address.
It was titled Princess
I clicked on it. It read,

Jenna I'm sorry I did what I did and lied to you. But you are the best thing has ever happened to me. Now you why I can't let you go so easily. I have never loved someone more than I do you. I loved you when I saw you on MeetMe. Please don't keep trying to push me away because I will only come back harder. I'm sorry it has to be like this. But you need to realize that you need me as much as I need you. I love you.
                            

I quickly hit the print button and printed the email message out before it disappears like the text messages. I grabbed a blank disc and also burned another copy of the photos I took. If shit keeps disappearing people are going to think I've gone crazy.
I reread the email again. At least I have something to show Valerie, even if it's an unknown email address. At least it proves something. And I can show her his photo. I want to find out who he is.